Hey, the truth might hurt so I'm tellin' you nowThat you better not ask me.Hey, you better not ask me where I been all nightWhy my eyes are shinin' and my spirit is flyin'.You better not ask if I been doin' right Or I just might tell you.And you better not ask me 'bout the girls I used to knowAnd days I used to run around before I ever met you.You better not ask how they compare to you,Or I just might tell you.And you better not ask me if I'm satisfiedWith the way you've been givin' me what you call lovin'.Better not ask me 'bout the times I cried Or I just might tell you.So keep on doin' what you're doin' And if you should see me straight,Well, don't you ask, baby.Just let it pass, baby,And maybe it'll go away...But I don't doubt it.You better not ask me if I'm gonna stick aroundOr pack up all my bags and find another pretty city.You better not ask me who it is I foundOr I just might tell you.